Читать книгу The Lion is an Accidental King - Max Marshall - Страница 9

In the heart of the kingdom, nestled deep within the ancient forest, there dwelled a creature of legend – the fearsome lion known as Asher. His name struck fear into the hearts of all who heard it, for he was said to be a beast of unparalleled size and strength, a guardian of the wilds who brooked no trespassers in his domain.

As word of King Alexander’s quest to hunt the lion spread throughout the kingdom, the villagers whispered tales of Asher’s ferocity, his roar rumbling like thunder through the trees, his golden mane gleaming in the dappled sunlight. They spoke of hunters who had ventured into the forest in search of the noble beast, never to return, their fate a mystery lost to the depths of the wilderness.

Among those who shared these tales was Thomas, the loyal employee who had first brought news of the lion to King Alexander’s attention. With a solemn expression and a voice filled with gravitas, he recounted the harrowing encounters of those who had crossed paths with Asher, their tales serving as a warning of the dangers that lay ahead.

«He is a creature of the wild, untamed and unpredictable,» Thomas said, his voice low and steady. «He prowls the forest with a hunger for prey, his mighty jaws capable of rending flesh and bone with ease. None who have dared to challenge him have lived to tell the tale.»

As the villagers gathered around, their eyes wide with fear and curiosity, Thomas continued his tale, his words painting a vivid picture of the lion’s reign of terror. He spoke of hunters who had ventured into the forest, their hearts filled with bravado and their minds set on glory, only to meet their end at the claws of the fearsome Asher.